wrap it up
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Feeling that my work was done, I sat down in the warm morning sun and read some Eco:
All was well in Samarkand.
But when I went to check on the Caboose, I discovered something terrible:
The paint was no good.
Fuck, I thought. Fuggidifuckfuckfuck.
I went and bought a scraper:
Samarkand was looking extra beautiful…
…today:
But that didn’t help.
I sat down and scraped:
But as easy as the paint would come off under a fingernail, it was almost impossible to scrape clean. It was frustrating.
It was in this miserable situation that Olim found me. Olim was the owner of Emir B&B, the place where I was staying.
“Why don’t we just use the plastic foil that you got there?” he asked.
So we went to work, starting on the inside:
It didn’t look pretty, but at least it seemed to stick:
Then we did the outside:
When it was all done, the Caboose was all wrapped up like a Christmas present, and Olim and I were both very tired:
Tired but happy.
Thank you, Olim!